{"id":33363,"date":"2017-08-05T12:34:48","date_gmt":"2017-08-05T16:34:48","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=33363"},"modified":"2017-08-05T14:07:53","modified_gmt":"2017-08-05T18:07:53","slug":"tale-of-you","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/tale-of-you\/","title":{"rendered":"Tale of You"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-34662\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rrrexxx-300x173.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"173\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rrrexxx-300x173.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rrrexxx-768x444.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rrrexxx-1024x592.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/rrrexxx.jpg 2048w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>In a time, once; a land, far off<br \/>\na woman is dreaming. Her nearly beautiful face<br \/>\nopens happily to take in your budding fingers,<br \/>\nthe cord securing her body to your future<\/p>\n<p>She counts atoms, names your neck king<br \/>\nof this time, this land<br \/>\nrubbing her hands together, a symmetrical cloud<br \/>\nof smoke pushes against the wind<\/p>\n<p>a prayer from the dream to the dreamer<br \/>\nand it\u2019s a sign, she thinks, pushing the unease beneath her feet,<br \/>\nthis was the right time to come to this place,<br \/>\nto meet a boy in a field of lavender<\/p>\n<p>until your course was set and here you are, having flown<br \/>\npast the pinwheel galaxies into the warmth of soft darkness,<br \/>\ninto a woman\u2019s dreams, months before something wrong sets in,<br \/>\nyour time is now; your place is her<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In a time, once; a land, far off a woman is dreaming. Her nearly beautiful face opens happily to take in your budding fingers, the cord securing her body to your future She counts atoms, names your neck king of this time, this land rubbing&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":988,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[2224,2223],"class_list":["post-33363","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem","tag-poemfour","tag-poetryhalfmarathon2017"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33363","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/988"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=33363"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33363\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":34665,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/33363\/revisions\/34665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=33363"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=33363"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=33363"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}